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error-on-line413 · 6 months
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Omggggg you write friwmdfic? mw too! Ehat ships do you erite about? it’s so cool that somwonw wlsw dows it!
[ ] Immediately, g[ ]t t[ ] break [ ]ut the pseuds! [ ]
[ ] My [ ]. T. P. used t[ ] be my tw[ ] friends "Hook" and "Cap", but recently I expanded my armada [ ]f ships [ can't believe I used t[ ] be a single ship writer!!! ugh, n[ ]w I cringe thinking ab[ ]ut it! ] I called them Spacel[ ]cked, n[ ]w I call them Adviser f[ ]r new reas[ ]ns... :] [ ]
[ ] My newest ships are: [ ]
"219" - my pale/pitch crush "Fossil" and a kind-of friend named "Star"
"Heartica" - almost stranger named "Cactus" and my friend "Lovely"
"Loop" - "Hook" and a certain "Protag" [ C[ ]MPLICATED... don't ask ]
[ ] [ ]thers I'll bring up, pr[ ]bably: [ ]
"Discoursed" - "Cap" and his pitch-pale-mate "Arrow"
"Fishing" - "Hook" and his moirail "Lily" [ I ship them red ]
"Command" - my moirail "Wood" and a friend I'll call "Soldier"
"Haunted" - an enemy called "Ghostie" and her kinda-mate "Loyalty"
"Shipwreck" - [ Q. P. P./Duo! ] "Mage" and "Bonesly" [ /plat! ]
"Twilight" - "Cap" and his moirail "Fussyfangs" [ I ship them pitch ]
"Cyberbullying" - "Hook" and a former friend, "Meowmeow"
[ ] That's [ ]ff the t[ ]p [ ]f my h[ ]rns. May add m[ ]re as I write/draw m[ ]re! [ ]
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sendpseuds · 6 months
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cannot stop thinking about Obi-Wan as Dimitri from Anastasia
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bright-and-burning · 1 month
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relax and catch the manic rhapsody: summon on the pearl rosary
(oscar piastri/girl!lando norris, explicit, ch1 of 2, 1.7k)
Oscar's phone lights up where it’s plugged in on the bedside table. It’s a text from Lando, a string of almost incomprehensible emojis. A comb, what google tells him is a shaking head, a knot, the shaking head’s nodding counterpart, and then several in a row so suggestive he can feel himself blushing. Complete nonsense, he supposes, to anyone else. Practically a novel to him.
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treeba-rk · 3 months
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“is it spicy or normal?”
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i have words that i should not say in polite society
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therentyoupay · 5 months
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A post shared by Neimy (@jelsa.art.edits) / @neimykanani
Been reading At the Center by @therentyoupay and some of the scenes stuck with me that I felt the need to draw it 🥺❄️ . It’s a very slow, hurtful, and angst story. Literally takes Chapter 66 for Jack to finally FEEL something for Elsa 😭 (and he doesn’t even realize it *cries) . Link to the story
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dattebae · 2 years
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The only thing missing from AWOL is Sixty’s chaotic ass :/
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ejunkiet · 7 months
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the wild interior
>:3 look I was inspired by the enigma that is Porter Solaire.
redacted audio: porter solaire/treasure, rated mature for mature themes. see the full list of tags on ao3. 18+ minors do not interact.
He made them feel like an animal, and they liked it.
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“...so. What happened to you the other night?”
They’re in a rundown diner off of Fifth avenue, their friends seated on the shiny, cherry-red vinyl across from them, the air thick with the smell of burnt coffee and grease. 
The food here is cheap, which is why it’s one of their group's favourite haunts, especially after a night out, of which there have been many lately. Letting off steam.
They shift in their seat, their breath hitching as the rough material of their jeans catches against the still healing scrapes on their knees, the skin exposed and tender. But they don’t mind it, the sting of it, the reminder.
They still remember the taste of his blood on their lips, and their blood on his. The intensity of his gaze, an eclipse of silver on black, the pressure of his hands on them, firm and well-practised, learning the shape of them just as they learned the shape of him. The thrill of it. The danger.
You cannot tell anyone.
The rattle of the cash register pulls them back into a moment, and they offer an apologetic smile, rolling their shoulders in a helpless shrug. “Family emergency. Sorry I couldn’t stay until the end.”
Lucy pouts, throwing an arm around her girlfriend as she reaches with the other across the table, flapping her hand at them until they take it, squeezing. “We missed you.”
She hadn’t. Not really. But they didn’t mind that. A lot has happened lately, and their group has grown in number. It was harder to keep track of everyone now, especially with the new relationships – easy to fall into the backdrop, the reliable friend. The DD.
Still, they offer a smile. “There’s always next time.”
Her girlfriend - Maeve - lets out a derisive snort, not looking up from her menu as she adds, “As long as you don’t flake again. That Uber wasn’t cheap.”
When was the last time your friends even glanced over here?
“Maybe you can drive next time,” they suggest, their voice carefully level as they take another sip of shitty lukewarm coffee, and Maeve gives another snort, amusement tilting the plush curve of her mouth.
“Maybe,” she agrees, eyes narrowing over the filmy plastic of the diner menu, before the waitress comes by to take their orders and the conversation moves on, the exchange all but forgotten.
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dailyoyo · 1 month
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Dailyoyo #64 : Shaped
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the-one-who-lambs · 6 months
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Since I mentioned them in my almost went to the ER in lamb cosplay story, here are the 3-fold brochures I made last year to accompany my lamb cosplay. Feel free to use them as you want or just enjoy for your amusement.
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ladypseudonym · 3 months
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Hello all,
Sending love and good vibes to you all. I don’t have a Twitter (or X account) anymore, so I am not hopeful that this will reach the people that it is intended for.
I just wanted to alert you all that I have removed all of my previous writing from Archive Of Our Own in light of the sexual abuse allegations against some of the people involved. I had these fics on an archive (lpseudonymarchive) for the past couple years, because, while I did not agree (and was frankly disgusted) with the actions of the people I had written about, it broke my heart to think about completely removing works that people had told me saved their lives. Because the majority of these fics were commissioned, I felt guilty about deleting works that people paid for… which takes me to the point of this post:
If you are a person who paid for something I had written a couple years ago, and had not received an additional PDF (as most people did) please reach out to me so I can get what you paid for to you.
I love you all. I hope you’re doing well. I’ve been working on some writing to post, but I’m not sure if it’s good. You’ll all have to be the judge.
Thank you all for being good to me. Please spread this around if you are still involved with the community and know someone who has purchased something from me.
XOXO and love and hope,
Pseuds
(ladypseudonym)
EDIT:
The people referenced are Wilbur Soot and GeorgeNotFound. As some of my followers remember, I exited the community years ago because of the racism and Islamophobia prevalent in both the creators themselves and the community. However, I feel it is inappropriate to not say anything further if I am deleting things people paid for, and not directly name sexual abusers.
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error-on-line413 · 6 months
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And what about others in your life? Friends of friends, things like that.
[ ] S[ ][ ][ ][ ][ ] MANY M[ ]RE. Friends [ ]f friends, strangers, internet disc[ ]urse m[ ]ds [ MAY MY BELOVED POLTERGEIST { "Chisel" and "Bugbuzz" } NEVER GET SUNK, PLEASE! ] and [ ]thers! I write fic ab[ ]ut allllllll s[ ]rts [ ]f pe[ ]ple. I just keep th[ ]se t[ ] myself. [ ]
[ ] I kind [ ]f learned the hard way h[ ]w many pe[ ]ple get really mad ab[ ]ut that stuff. [ ]
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sendpseuds · 15 days
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The moment Anakin Skywalker realizes he can have what he wants.
[perfect spiral is heating up]
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wisteriagoesvroom · 1 month
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y'all made new ao3s to post f1 rpf from? 🧍🏻‍♀️
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henrikvanderhussy · 16 days
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Taking a small pause in KEY posting, my individual contribution to the Clue Crew Zine Done Cheap is now up on AO3!
It's a podfic of @the-blue-phantom's fantastic Deirdre/Nancy fic "Drag It Out and Never Quit," which completely consumed my brain in the very best way.
You can check out the podfic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55569637
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shwoo · 8 months
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I did another story for @flooftober! For the fourth day. My random number generator came up with Snorpy for this one, and one of the prompts is... Leg. Sounds fun!
I don't really like the prose here, but I guess that's the point of daily prompt things. Just get things done without needing them to be perfect.
Prompt list
Title: Unregulated digestion of cell components Summary: Snorpy would like to know why Floofty has a severed leg in their hut.
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Floofty said "You need not work yourself into a frenzy about any morally dubious road you believe me to be taking. It is my own leg. I removed it safely and cleanly." And more painlessly than they'd been expecting.
Snorpington sputtered for several full seconds. He walked closer to Floofty's hut, and said "Are you mad? You might have bled out, your wound could have become infected, the shock might--"
"All of which I accounted for!" Floofty interrupted. Clearly Snorpy was going to work himself into a frenzy regardless of what they said. "Honestly, you act like I don't know my soft tissue from my ossified."
"The second Eggabell isn't around, you jump to self-mutilation!" Snorpington continued, undeterred.
"If you must know, brother, I have wanted to attempt this experiment for some time!" There was something going wrong between their brain and their mouth. Their perfectly composed, collected retorts were coming out angry and defensive. "Eggabell dissuaded me on several occasions, but observe:" They indicated their regrown leg, which today had taken the form of a grape. "Unambiguous proof that Bugsnax are capable of medical miracles far beyond the capabilities of modern science! What is an appendage in the face of that?"
Snorpy threw up his paws. "They have you well ensnared, don't they, Floofty? There are more important things than the advancement of science at the expense of all else."
He kept saying that, when he knew full well that there was no more efficient way to benefit the grumpus race than through science. "Such as?"
Snorpington struggled to speak for a second or two, then sighed and said "I'm not having this argument with you again, Floofty. If you wish to destroy yourself, that is your business."
"Correct," Floofty responded.
They'd been able to almost allow themself to hope that if Snorpington knew what kind of discoveries they'd made, he'd come to his senses. But it seemed he was still choosing to ignore reality.
And that was fine. He could make up his own mind. They didn't care. They didn't care.
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ejunkiet · 2 years
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voicemails: david shaw edition
i’m soft and I also love writing in this format. this is set halloween 2020.
redacted asmr: davey/angel. rated G for Goodness.
[CALLER: DAVEY. MESSAGE LEFT ON THURSDAY OCTOBER 29TH AT 10:50AM]
Angel. It's David.
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[CALLER: DAVEY. MESSAGE LEFT ON THURSDAY OCTOBER 29TH AT 10:50AM]
Angel. It’s David. The website said your flight is still scheduled to arrive on time, so you should be in the airport around now. I didn’t expect you to pick up.
Call me when you land.
[BEEP]
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[CALLER: DAVEY. MESSAGE LEFT ON THURSDAY OCTOBER 29TH AT 10:30PM]
Angel. It’s David. You’re still at the company dinner. Call me when you’re on your way back to the hotel. Chicago is a big city, and you shouldn’t walk, no matter how close the place is. Hire an Uber. You should be able to claim the expenses back at the end of your trip.
To answer your text from earlier… you don’t even need to ask, idiot. Of course I miss you.
Call me before you leave for the hotel.
[BEEP]
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[CALLER: DAVEY. MESSAGE LEFT ON FRIDAY OCTOBER 30TH AT 08:10AM]
Angel. It’s David. I’m assuming the fact that you’ve not picked up is because you’re at breakfast, not because you’ve slept through your alarm. We were up late last night, a lot later than I realised... and I’m feeling it this morning. You will be too.
Be extra careful today. Don’t overdose on caffeine. No matter what the scientists in that study said, drinking that much coffee will give you an aneurysm. Don’t be an idiot.
I’ll talk to you later.
[BEEP]
[CALLER: DAVEY. MESSAGE LEFT ON FRIDAY OCTOBER 30TH AT 6:10PM]
Angel. It’s David. The pack meeting just finished. Ash and his mate asked me to send along their regards… whatever that means. You better not be planning something. Insubordination is not viewed lightly within my pack. Whatever you have planned…. Don’t.
I’m sure you will text me professing your innocence, but I know you. You’re a menace.
Call me when you’re heading back to the hotel.
[BEEP]
[NEW MESSAGE, RECEIVED FRIDAY OCTOBER 30TH AT 11:51PM]
YOU LITTLE SHIT
[THREE MISSED CALLS FROM: DAVEY (BIG MAD)]
[NEW MESSAGE, RECEIVED FRIDAY OCTOBER 30TH AT 11:55PM]
PICK UP.
[NEW MESSAGE, RECEIVED FRIDAY OCTOBER 30TH AT 11:56PM]
ANGEL.
[CALLER: DAVEY (BIG MAD). MESSAGE LEFT ON SATURDAY OCTOBER 31ST AT 00:01AM]
Stop avoiding my calls. I know it was you, you little shit.
I don’t know how you managed it, or exactly how many other members of my pack you roped into this little plan of yours - but it’s not going to work.
There will be no trick or treaters visiting the house this year. I will figure out how to uninstall those lights you put up, and take down all the halloween decorations that miraculously appeared on our lawn in the middle of the night.
[low muttering] Did you get Milo’s mate involved in this? I couldn’t sense any auras-
It doesn’t matter. It’s not going to happen. Turn off those lights right now before you disturb the neighbours.
You don’t have to call me back. Just turn those lights off.
And go to sleep. You have a big day tomorrow.
[BEEP]
[NEW MESSAGE, RECEIVED FRIDAY OCTOBER 31ST AT 00:10AM]
THANK YOU.
[NEW MESSAGE, RECEIVED FRIDAY OCTOBER 31ST AT 00:11AM]
GET SOME SLEEP.
[NEW MESSAGE, RECEIVED FRIDAY OCTOBER 31ST AT 9:05AM]
GOOD LUCK TODAY ANGEL. I LOVE YOU. EVEN WHEN YOU’RE ACTING LIKE A LITTLE SHIT. CALL ME WHEN YOU’RE FREE.
[NEW MESSAGE, RECEIVED FRIDAY OCTOBER 31ST AT 4:30PM]
IMAGE ATTACHMENT FROM ASHER (BIG GOOF)
GOT A SNAP OF THE BIG GUY HANDING OUT CANDY. TOLD YOU HE’D HAVE FUN.
GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR PRESENTATION. YOU’RE GONNA KILL IT, ROCKSTAR.
[CALLER: DAVEY (BIG SOFTIE). MESSAGE LEFT ON SATURDAY OCTOBER 31ST AT 9:30PM]
Angel. It’s David. The expo should be finishing right about now, time zones and all. I’m sure it went well. The practice presentations you gave me were excellent. You’re good at articulating yourself and your ideas. Never doubt your abilities.
Asher and his mate just left. You’re still a menace, and we will be talking about this when you get back… But despite my reservations about tonight, it went well.
It was good to see them both. It’s been too long since we’ve hung out like this.
That doesn’t mean you’re off the hook. But it was a good idea.
Now that you’ve finished your big presentation, I expect you to come home to me. Stay safe, Don’t let your relief make you careless. It’s still a big city, bigger than Dahlia. Stick with the group, and call me when you’re on your way back to the hotel.
I’m proud of you, Angel. I’m looking forward to welcoming you home.
[BEEP]
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